The Wrong Brother's Temptation novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Sienna

I had expected him to flip that knife and point it at me, say something arrogant but this…this totally cau me off guard.

It wasn’t the way everything inside me seemed to go still for a split second before crashing back all at on louder, faster, and overwhelming in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

His kiss wasn’t gentle, wasn’t hesitant at all.

It was sure, controlled, like he had already decided how this would go and I was just… struggling to keep up

My first instinct should have been to push him away, to remember the knife still in my hand, the utter humiliation and hurt I had felt to be all dolled up for a man that didn’t even bother showing up.

He was the reason I had pulled the knife out in the first place, the reason I had even thought of carrying it with me.

But that instinct tangled somewhere with something else, precisely the ladybits he had boasted about and I hated how right he had been.

And my brain had flat out surrendered to my body’s desire because instead of pulling back, I felt myself falter, my breath hitching as a shiver ran down my spine.

His lips were warm, firm, moving against mine with a slow, deliberate pressure that made my thoughts blur at the edges, like I couldn’t quite hold onto them anymore.

I wasn’t supposed to dissolve in a heap of puddle because this was my first interaction with him.

I barely knew him and yet he had just pinned me to a wall and turned my own threat into a game, but instead

I felt myself lean in just enough to feel more of him, and that tiny shift felt like a mistake the moment it happened because he noticed.

I heard a small growl escape his throat because then his hand tightened at my waist, pulling me closer, erasing whatever space had been left between us, and the contact sent another jolt through me.

My grip on the knife loosened without me even realizing it, my fingers slackening as my focus slipped completely.

I was ashamed to hear the sound leaving my mouth but it was all beyond my control.

Somewhere between trying to keep myself from falling apart, the knife slipped out of my hand and hit the floor with a dull, echoing thud that failed to snap me out of this.

One second his hands were holding me in place, and the next they were on my face, both of them cupping my cheeks and tilting my head just enough to deepen the kiss, and I felt my bones, my entire body turn to jelly.

I wasn’t even aware of when the hand holding the knife snaked under his jacket to lay on his chest, feeling the

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Chapter 5

steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my palm.

The warmth of him, the way his lips moved against mine with a confidence that made my breath catch enveloped me in a beautiful haze.

For a few blissful seconds, I forgot to think.

And the most terrifying part wasn’t that I was just letting it happen but that I was actively responding to

My body betrayed me in an effort to burn myself more in the delicious fire this man had ignited with me

Then he pulled back just enough for his lips to brush against mine as he spoke in a low voice edged with t same infuriating amusement.

“You were never going to use it.” He said, looking at the discarded knife.

Like a pinprick to a balloon, the haze of desire popped away from my mind and I jerked back instinctively. my breath coming faster now.

My mind was scrambling to catch up with what had just happened.

But before I could fully pull away, his hand tightened slightly at my jaw and he tugged at my lower lip just enough to make my breath hitch again before he let go completely.

Like he was proving a point that he was the one letting me go and I would still lean in if he allowed it.

Like he had already won something I hadn’t even realized we were playing for.

I stepped back, putting actual distance between us this time, my chest rising and falling too quickly, heat flooding my face as the reality of it settled in.

I couldn’t even look at him for a second, couldn’t process how easily everything had slipped out of my control, how my own body had just… betrayed me like that.

I needed a cold shower.

While I was almost having a meltdown and needed a great deal of courage to just look him in the eye again. he was watching me with that same smirk, thumb brushing over his lower lip.

He was completely unaffected while I stood there trying to remember how to breathe normally.

“Still can’t talk?” he asked casually.

And I realized what this had been, that the kiss had been a way to humiliate me

Anger flared up again inside me but this time it was directed more at myself than him, and instead of giving him the satisfaction of another reaction, I turned away abruptly, not trusting myself to say anything without making things worse.

I needed to leave before he saw me running out of the room with tears in my eyes just like the previous girl though he hadn’t even raised his voice at me,

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